power trip

▽ andreas. xx. compsci △ — i know all you bitches want is dick and dough dick and dough! told her, “you don’t gotta make it difficult.” baby, sit calm, we don’t need another episode. Hippy Bitches sendin’ me titty pictures . She told me no religion was the new religion, she said she don’t believe in GOD but her shoes C H R I S T I A N !!

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steviefos.

“Would you hold still and let me film you please, it’s for a project.”

“i would if i knew what kind of project. how do i know this isn’t just a livestream feed to one of those types of websites.”

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priceiisms.

“ah, c’mon, you know me. we’re going with margherita or nothing,” samuel threatened, with a slight tone of humor and teasing. “uh huh, uh huh —” he said, in between what she was listing off, before he rolled his eyes at the mention of zachary. “— wait, how did you accidentally create a spam chain email ??”

“if soulmates were real, we’d fall into one of the categories i’m sure of it, because that’s my mentality exactly. we could start a hunger strike right outside or something.” they raised the stakes innocently, giving him a playful wink as they met eyes. “you know, if you roll your eyes too much, they’ll get stuck UPWARDS because you’ll need more jesus. well, the coding was intentional of course - and it was mad fun the whole time, but right before i was to send it out i felt a little, i don’t know, guilty??, so i might have placed a sweet or two on my keyboard and let an innocent little, than 1 year old, do the honors?” shrugging as innocently as a guilty person could, andreas gave a weak smile. “it was amazing though, it spread like wild fire. you should have seen the stats, i’ve never, nor will i ever, be more proud of anything again.”

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1800chanel.

“it always breaks my heart when i saw older people eating all alone in public places. it’s so sad.” chanel said with a frown. “so don’t worry. i won’t let you be that person.” chanel shook her head. “i promise it’s okay. i could buy my own food really. you don’t have to spend money on me.” she said with a soft smile.

“finally, someone who gets it. but honestly, what are you up to this semester love? you look like the summer holiday’s treated you well.” offering up a half-hearted shrug, andreas nodded. “if you insist.. i just feel like i’m monopolizing your time. if you change your mind you better speak up right away or i’m going to sadly blog about it on xanga or something.” they were kidding, of course, who used xanga anymore? but the well-intention was there all the same. 

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zacharyxhayes.

“I’m pretty sure that more sinning happens on the second floor of the hostel than some weird porn convention. When are you guys gonna stop calling him that, he’s gonna grow up to have an identity crisis because of you. All I’m saying is that I don’t want him staying up super late. I barely sleep as it is.” He looked at them with a skeptical look on his eyes. “What do you even do all night? I doubt you’re doing schoolwork.” He gave the waitress a quiet thank you and took one of the opened sugar packets from Andy’s hand. “Will I still be your role model if I only end up becoming a teacher?”

“and how would you, a parent, know anything about a porn convention and all the WEIRD and sinful things that happen there?” raising an eyebrow suspiciously, the laugh that bubbled out of their mouth gave them away quickly. “honestly, i can’t even remember how it started, but it’s apart of who he is now. it would be way more confusing if we just snatched that away!” thanking the waitress as their food arrived, andreas briefly considered pouring one out - just the the blessing of food after so long - but picked up silverware instead of making a mess of the establishment. “that’s confidential,” they sing-songed, cutting into the grilled tomato with joy in their heart. “i mean, i would tell you but you wouldn’t be able to handle it, plus it’d risk our friendship so.. i’m pretty sure teachers are the bloodline of our future, either teachers or google.. honestly who’s to say. but for sure, i’d still say you’re an alright dude even if you become hell on earth for year 11s.”

[alvarcz-blog]

☺: for a happy voicemail ♚ : for a confessing voicemail ☆ : for a drunken voicemail ♣: for a sad voicemail ☎: for a voicemail not meant for you

☺: for a happy voicemail

“I woke up today! Not dead yet!”

♚ : for a confessing voicemail

“There’s pot in room 6, don’t tell anyone.”

☆ : for a drunken voicemail

“I GOT A JOKE FOR YoooooooooooU. An Irishman walks out of a bar. Pfffffffthaaaaaaaaaaa”

♣: for a sad voicemail

“My dog is in the hospital, and I honestly have no idea what I’d do without him.”

☎: for a voicemail not meant for you

Realizing he dialed the wrong number, he quickly hangs up.

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zacharyxhayes.

“Is there a different way of offending you? How long are you going to keep calling him Alyxys? You’re giving me a lot of stress that I don’t need right now. I’d take him, but I wouldn’t let him eat all the candy in one sitting. I’d find a way to make it last until the New Year.” He ordered a coffee and a bagel and offered the waitress a tired smile in thanks. “You’re worried about being late to your 2:45pm class. I hate you a little bit right now. Are you planning on staying up all night or something?” He groaned and rested his head on the table once again. “Please don’t remind me. It just makes me want to give up.”

"there are many ways, actually. as an innocent soul even the slightest sign of sin could mar my good heart. how am i giving you stress? i’m just trying to celebrate a wholesome holiday and you’re hating on sugar.” playing with the sugar packets on the table, andreas looked over to him. “just because we are not the same, i am doesn’t mean that 2:45 isn’t painfully early for me. i barely go to sleep at sunrise.” opening the packets with no where to put them quiet yet, andreas eyed the waitress as she crossed the diner with the coffee pot. “you can’t give up. you have a dream to achieve. you have to be my role model or something.”

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hastillo.

“that’s a solid plan. count me in for it, yeah ?? ” she grinned with a thumbs up. “well, um- how fast do you eat ?? i’m hennessy.”

“finally there’s someone i can count on. i can eat as fast as you need me to eat. i’ll take as much time as you can spare to be honest, all i have to do after this is head back and do my best to not take a nap so..” 

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priceiisms.

“i guess i’m the exception, then. i mean, it’s pretty obvious to everyone you love me,” samuel chuckled, clearly teasing them. “pizza, yes, sounds good,” he agreed, moving towards the front door, holding it open for them. “ah, break —” he paused for a brief moment, before continuing, “not much, really. worked for my dad a bit — nothing really interesting.” well, that wasn’t a lie. “what about you ?? more fun than mine, hopefully.”

“i suddenly don’t know anyone,” they said with a shrug. “i’ve never loved in my life? i’ve never seen a cute puppy, your face, or experience red velvet in my life? i’m loveless and proud. ooo, i hope they have margherita pizza or any pesto base really.” passing through the doorway, andreas waited for him before following the directions given by the phone. “i went internet cafe hopping for the last part, and i know, i know, that sounds super lame but it was the best. i saw a vista 95, i almost wept. and of course i went to spend some time with zach for alex’s birthday party and to ronan’s for a free meal or three. it was pretty quiet over all. oh!! and i might have accidentally created a spam chain email but it’s really unconfirmable.”.

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zacharyxhayes.

“Wow, I had been about to take back the trust I had in you, but I guess you’re still alright. For now at least, I’m still gonna keep my eyes on you. Make sure you’re not slipping him any candy when I’m not looking.” He groaned at the reminder of how early he had to be up. Which wasn’t the fifteen minutes before class he had been used to when he first starter school, it was two hours before to make sure Alex got to day care on time. “I don’t think i’ll ever be emotionally ready to be up at 9am, but thanks for the vote of confidence.” He grinned, feeling a bit more awake now that they were talking about Chemistry. “Yeah! The more obvious choices are teaching and Pharm School, but I dunno if I’m ready for more school. Sure I’ll have to go to Grad School for research, but it shouldn’t be as painful. I hope. Or maybe it’s just jello in general since gelatin is made from animals.”

“you’re personally offending me. i’m a godsend and alyxys loves me. but when are you going to let that little marshmallow live? what if we host a trick-or-treat type thing on the second floor, then you’d have to. it’s tradition. a national holiday. the day our lord and savior did a thing.” pausing to order food, because, as much as they loved the company andreas was on a mission to eat or die, they nodded through the other’s woes of waking up to get to campus. “i’m not even slightly envious of you. i’m only going to campus twice a week and i’m still worried of being late. i picked 2:45pm classes, why am i such a mess?” taking a sip from the water on the table, andreas sighed. “i’m praying for your soul. there’s so much school in your future, i hope the lab coat you get is worth it.”

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Send me a symbol to recieve the following from my muse

☺: for a happy voicemail

♥ : for a loving voicemail

♚ : for a confessing voicemail

☆ : for a drunken voicemail

✾: for a congratulatory voicemail

☽: for the final voicemail ever received (think death, etc)

ϟ: for a break up voicemail

♦: for an apologetic voicemail

♣: for a sad voicemail

☎: for a voicemail not meant for you

☃: for a holiday-centric voicemail

✉: for a ‘BIG NEWS!’ voicemail

♫: for a vague voicemail

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priceiisms. 

“please, i already knew how much you adore me,” samuel chuckled lightly. he slipped on the straps of his backpack over his shoulders, waiting as andreas was on their phone. “wow, working for one whole minute — how impressive,” he said, with a shake of his head. “anything. italian food, maybe ??”

“that sounds fake, no one has ever read my emotions. i’m like a book written in sanskrit - indecipherable.” they teased, filtering through the restaurant options. “what can i say? i’m an illusive craftsman. if i could work any old time, i’d just be like everyone else.” eyes lighting up, andreas grinned. “italian. i haven’t had pizza in forever - what a good day. come on then, what have you been up to all break?”

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pratai.

“Damnú air!” He practically screams as he pulls his hand away from the stove, clutching it tightly with the other as he moves around the kitchen in circles.  “Déan iarracht a dhéanamh ar roinnt bia , agus sruthán mé é . Awesome . Dochreidte.” He grumbles, still not realizing he was talking to himself or even speaking in his mother tongue. Looking up at the door he lets out a soft laugh at the person standing there, clearing his throat as he stands up fully. “Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t know anybody was here… Burnt grilled cheese? I’m usually a pretty good cook so I’m not quite sure what happened here.” he offers with a pained laugh, reaching over to turn off the stove and move the pan away from the burner.

rising from their spot on the bed at the apparent sound of distress, andreas could tell immediately that the jumble of consonants were from none other than the lips of the irish man on their floor. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders, andreas padded barefoot to the kitchen. finding the source of the commotion a grilled cheese, they couldn’t help the laughter falling from red stained lips. “are you high right now? i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone mess up a grilled cheese before.” waving away his excuses as they sat up on the counter, andreas wrapped the blanket more securely around them. “no, no, i believe you. but i can’t imagine how your classes will turn out this semester if this is any indication.”

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priceiisms.

“please, you adore me,” samuel said with a quick roll of his eyes. “is that really what it’s coming down to ?? i might actually die of boredom around you —” he began, trailing off slightly at his own choice of words. he quickly shook his head slightly, getting back on topic as soon as possible. “yo, same. but if it’s good, it’s good. we can be spontaneous and try someplace else another time.”

"you’re really going to come out here, to my home, and ruin my “hardcore” reputation like this? it’s because you have a cute face, it’s why you get away with things all the time and you’re lucky for it too.” pulling out their phone, it was a quick search to pull up a few different options. “i’ll never get your worth ethic either, i can only work between the gentle hours of 3:21AM and 3:22AM. what are you in the mood for?”

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zacharyxhayes.

“Yeah, I’m not forgetting it’s a pretty simple thing you’re asking for. Just please don’t give him any candy. I’ve somehow managed to keep him away from that stuff this long I’d love to keep it this way.” He covered his mouth as he opened his mouth wide for a yawn. “Sorry. I’m fine I think I just need to get used to my new schedule. So I’m not always running late.” He looked through the menu, his mind not really registering much of what he was reading. It didn’t really matter anyways since he was just there for the coffee. “We’ll see how it goes. Might not even end up going into the research side of Chemistry. Maybe you were supposed to find some sort of life lesson from it?”

“oh. suddenly.. i can’t hear. candy runs in my veins. but i suppose if you’re entrusting the life of your small human into my care, the least i could do is not give him maltesers.” drumming their fingers impatiently along the table, andreas sighed. “honestly, you’re fine. it takes, what? like 30 days before it’ll become a habit for you? soon you’ll love going to class at 9am.” they said with a laugh, knowing that that’d probably never be the case. “are you saying that there’s another side to chem that isn’t research? i can’t take my mind trying to come for me when i’m an angel and should know myself well enough by now. i guess the lesson would be don’t trust jello monsters or something, yeah?”

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@ronan: is that what you were yelling about?

@ronan: that movie is like 17 years old

@andreas: yes &&& im not sorry

@andreas: and yet its carried 17 years of disrespect in its theoretical BONES i didn't ask for tHIS

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@andreas: have you seen the iron giant recently???

@andreas: sPOILER!!! IT DOESN'T END WITH THE GIANT SAVING THEM FROM A METEOR!!! IT ENDS IN DECEIT AND STRESS

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fknoahd.

Noah slid in the booth opposite her and pressed his back against the inside wall. As he scoped out the place, he reached for his camera and took a couple shots of the interior. “I think my favorite might be cinnamon tea, but that’s not really wet leaves. Well, I spent half a year in Brazil and for me it kinda just became unrealistic to eat them at breakfast. I have nothing against the beans themselves, really.” 

“cinnamon?” wrinkling their nose at the thought, andreas looked on curiously as the male turned to look around the diner. “i’ve never tried that, but as long it makes you happy i suppose. i can’t help but to just think of that cinnamon gum and it makes me sad a little. you spent time in brazil? that’s amazing!! you must have amazing pictures, show me.”